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Once I knew a baby who killed nazis on the internet for fun

Juliano Zaffino

‘He was born a virtual nazi hunter / And I’m his everloving father Plath’s fascist / Call me Daddy / I’m so proud of my lashout baby / My beautiful boy with his flaming sword / Of vengeance / I raised him to hate hate / He’s pretty good at it’

‘He was born a virtual nazi hunter / And I’m his everloving father Plath’s fascist / Call me Daddy / I’m so proud of my lashout baby / My beautiful boy with his flaming sword / Of vengeance / I raised him to hate hate / He’s pretty good at it’

Once I knew a baby who killed nazis on the internet for fun

Now that I have your attention
Once I knew a baby
A real sick little angel
His love is violent
His love, he loves it violent
Loves the violence like a halo of fire
And the harp that he plays is a message
Of his only intolerant hate
For the nazis who are burning
Everything that they hate including us

I knew a baby
Saw him distributing justice like LEGO
He sits in his high-chair throne
Throws rocks sat in diapers
Like cupid with his arrows
It’s the same
It’s the same
When love is violence
It’s the same

And he’s never drawn blood
Or taken a life
But the baby’s been kicking nonetheless
He’s shutting them out
He’s closing them down
It’s the same
It’s the lack of oxygen in space that kills
He just hits the launch
The big red button too shiny not to touch
And the sound of the rocket
Exhilarating
It’s an instinct, primal
He crawls around in the afterburn giggling
Because he was raised to know just violence
When love is violence
And violence is an act of compassion
Let them suffer
It’s the same
In the eyes of the innocent
When the would-be tyrants are taken down
With codefare rather than war
It’s the same

He was born a virtual nazi hunter
And I’m his everloving father Plath’s fascist
Call me Daddy
I’m so proud of my lashout baby
My beautiful boy with his flaming sword
Of vengeance
I raised him to hate hate
He’s pretty good at it

I said to him boy are the nazis stifling
He said boy, the nazis are stifling!!!

Let them suffer
Let them suffer
Drown them in silence
Compassion’s not the answer
Let them suffer
Save the innocent
It’s the same
When love is violence
Let them suffer
It’s the same